Falling for the Playboy (Playboy in Paradise Book 1)

by S. L. Scott

  I reach over and pull her into a hug. It’s always kind of felt like us against them. Things haven’t changed. “He’s a good guy. That’s why he’s one of my best friends.”

  She hugs me, and whispers, “I don’t want to lose him and I don’t think I can give him up.”

  My heart breaks for her knowing she’s in the same situation, fighting the same battle I am. “It’s going to work out, sis. I promise.”

  We walk around the corner to join the others, but I have a million thoughts clouding my vision. I struggle with believing my own words of reassurance to Kate just a moment earlier. But when I think of Mallory, my heart knows it’s a battle I must wage. If this was a month ago and Zach was in this situation, I’d laugh at him. But a lot can change in a month and has. I never saw her coming, underestimated her and then got in over my head, all the while loving every minute I’m lucky enough to spend with her.

  I see Kate wipe her eyes, pretending that our talk didn’t affect her the way it did, but I feel the same and it’s hard to hide a true emotion.

  Smiling, Kate shoves me hard, and says, “Go! Have a fun boys’ night. I’ve got a date with your girlfriend.” I know she’s just embarrassed that she was caught getting sentimental.

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay.” I walk back towards the guys, but stop, turn around, and say, “Love you, big sis.”

  She nods and smiles. “Love you back, little brother.”

  “Can you two stop with the mushy crap for the day? My heart fucking hurts over this angsty shit!” Zach shouts as I climb into the back seat.

  “No more today, I promise.”

  “Good. Let’s go get fucked up now,” Murphy shouts loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear.

  Zach and I both roll our eyes, and I laugh thinking that one day this punk just might be my brother-in-law. Once again, proving how much can change in such a short period of time.

  Three hours later, we’re lounging at Zach and Murphy’s house playing quarters and eating pizza. Mallory called me two hours ago to tell us the girls were off work and heading into Honolulu. Then Sunny called Zach an hour ago and told him not to expect them until later tonight. The thought of Mallory being away that long bothered my insides. I already missed her and it was messing with my quarter bouncing skills which really sucked because I was down fifty bucks.

  But when Kate called Murphy thirty minutes ago to tell him they were done shopping and now drinking their way through the bars, I was downright frustrated. I just want to spend all my free time with her and the image of my girl drinking with other guys vying for her attention sent me into a pissed off, jealous mind-fuck.

  The guys were now sensing a major distraction was needed and fast. So they concocted a plan that was stupid, irresponsible, and completely perfect. As Zach unloaded the BB guns from the shed, Murphy lined up the empty beer cans at the far end of the yard. I poured the whiskey shots.

  Not ten minutes later, we are cocking our guns and trying, to the best of our drunken abilities, to aim at our tiny targets. After ten rounds, we had yet to hit one. Yes, we got the tree near the house several times, the metal trash can against the fence three times, but the shed and fence took the brunt of our misses.

  When we ran out of BB’s we dragged ourselves into the house and plopped down in front of the couch. It was probably best for the neighbors that we were too wasted to continue our outside fun. Inside, I think ESPN was on, but I passed out, so I’m not positive.

  “Baby, wake up. Wake up, sexy.” I hear a sweet angel calling me, a siren willing me to her. My gaze fixates on the light as my body is weighed down.

  I draw my eyes open one at a time and see my sweet angel sitting on my lap.

  “Hi.” Her voice is but a whisper on my skin. Her lips brush across my cheek and then she says, “I want you, baby. Do you want me?”

  My body responds to her presence, leaving my foggy brain to catch up.

  “I always want you. I think you know that,” I whisper in return. My eyes grow heavy again as she nips around my ear. But the discomfort of the room spinning does nothing to help me focus or to be able to satisfy my girlfriend.

  My hands grip her hips, stopping her. “Baby, wait.”

  “Are you drunk?”

  I look into her eyes which are looking pretty drunk themselves, and chuckle. “Yeah, a little.”

  “A little?” she asks incredulously. She takes a deep breath and then sighs in disappointment.

  I can’t take her sadness. “Where is everyone?”

  “They already went to bed.”

  “Good.”

  “Good?” She perks up.

  “Very good.” I may be tired, but never too tired to please my girl. “Come here,” I say pulling her down next to me on the reclined chair. I run my hand up and down her smooth thigh, inching under her short skirt. “I like this outfit.” I nuzzle her neck and kiss her, dragging my tongue up and behind her ear as my hand reaches her panties. When I move them aside, I hear a faint moan and she wiggles in anticipation.

  “I love when you touch me.”

  I press my lips against her ear, enjoying the feel of my girl getting hot and bothered. “I love touching you, baby.”

  Her body moves, seeking what she needs and when she finds it, she drops her head back, eyes closed, and mouth hanging open. This girl is going to do me in with that look alone. Her mind and body are already focused, so I need to give her what she craves. She feels fucking magnificent and I’m not even being touched. I move against her, putting more pressure and touching her heat until she lets herself go.

  I’m lost in the sound she creates and the feel of her pleasure as her ecstasy engulfs me whole, my body reacting and finding my own release. I grind into her hard as I force everything I’ve got out, finding relief.

  Minutes later, I hold her close. We’re panting and tired, satisfied and sleepy. Then reality sets into my slightly dazed and alcohol-filled brain. “Holy shit! I just came in my pants. I’ve never come in my pants before. Fuck, I’ve never come without someone else or at the very least me touching my dick.” I feel embarrassment take over, covering my cheeks.

  She cups my face, and says, “It’s because your mind was turned on.”

  I look down at my pants, which are sporting a wet spot that’s beginning to seep through the fabric. “I’m pretty sure more than my mind was turned on.” This girl, my girl, made me come like a thirteen year old seeing his first pair of tits. I’m in so fucking deep.

  28

  Mallory

  My head hurts.

  My body hurts.

  What the fuck is stabbing me in the ribs?

  Although my head feels like it weighs a ton, I lift up and find the source of the stabbing pain—Evan’s elbow. I shift in the recliner, trying not to disturb him, but I do by accident. His eyes open, but they’re only slits as he squints to take in the scene.

  “Did we sleep like this?” His voice is low, groggy with sleep.

  Slowly sitting up, I look around as my eyes adjust to the bright sunlight shining in through the exposed large window.

  He pulls me back down on him, and says, “Let’s not get up yet.”

  I cuddle with him, but complain because I feel like crap. “I don’t want to get up, but we probably should.” Noticing the time on the clock that’s hanging on the wall, I attempt to get up again. “It’s almost eight. I need to go home and get showered before work. Do you work today?”

  “Yeah, at ten.”

  I kiss his scruffy cheek and sit up, again. He kicks the bottom part of the recliner down, tucking it securely back into place. I stand up and stretch, hurting all over from lying on a cramped recliner all night. “Why do I feel like today is gonna suck?”

  “Eh, you’re just tired, baby.” Evan gets up and walks to the window, suddenly energized. “Look outside, it’s beautiful out there.” He takes my hand and pulls me toward him. I groan, though secretly I love these kinds of moments with him—the quiet ones when he snuggles aga
inst me, embracing me from behind. “C’mon on, sleepy, paradise awaits.”

  I turn in his arms, wrapping mine around his neck, and say, “I found paradise when I found you.”

  “I thank the Hawaiian Gods every day for letting me be the first one to hit on you at the airport. Imagine if some other chump had gotten to you first?” He sighs, closing his eyes. When he reopens them they sparkle with an ocean-blue brilliance. “My cocky nature got me you.”

  “Your cocky nature didn’t get me, but your cocky little guy did,” I say, rubbing against his erection.

  “Ooohh, don’t hurt his feelings. Little? That’s kind of selling him … short, don’t ya think?”

  “You’re right, bad choice of words because there’s nothing little or short about you, hot stuff.”

  He leans down and kisses me three times in quick succession. “Let’s get out of here.”

  We walk down the porch and then stop when we see the parked cars. “Shit! I forgot I didn’t drive yesterday.”

  “Neither did Sunny. Kate drove us,” I say.

  “Fuck, we’ll have to take Kate’s car.” He moans as he turns around and trudges back inside. I follow him in, but he stops at the entrance to the short hallway. “I swear on my Maserati, if Murphy’s on top of her, I’ll hurt him.”

  “They make a cute couple, but yeah, it’s still your sister. Do you want me to knock and get her keys instead?”

  “I don’t hear anything. Maybe they’re still sleeping. I don’t want to wake them. I’ll just sneak in and get them.”

  We tiptoe down the hall and press our ears against the door. Feeling confident that neither of us heard anything coming from inside the bedroom, I whisper, “I think they’re asleep.”

  He carefully turns the doorknob, takes a deep breath then whispers, “I’m going in.”

  “Be swift like a ninja and good luck.” I joke because of all the dramatics.

  The door opens without any creaking and Evan starts tiptoeing into the room. I watch him through the cracked opening from the hallway. He sneaks over to Kate’s purse that’s on the floor and bends down. Suddenly, I hear a moan. It wasn’t Evan and it definitely wasn’t me. He squats down quickly, glancing over his shoulder at the couple in bed. My heart races as my eyes dart between him and the bed, hoping he doesn’t get caught because that would just be all kinds of awkward.

  Right when I think it’s safe for him again, I see Kate and Murphy move around on top of the mattress. Waving my hands frantically, I try to signal for Evan to stay down exactly at the same time we hear Kate say, “I love your ass.”

  “Is that all you love, pretty?” Murphy asks.

  I’m frozen in place as I lock eyes with Evan who looks like he’s about to vomit. He continues to dig around her purse, the stress of the situation making him clumsy.

  I cover my mouth to keep from giggling when Murphy uses a baby voice, and says, “I love when you play with my hair.”

  “Who knew ass hair could be such a turn on. I think you should let the hair on your back grow out again. I’m getting horny just thinking about it.”

  “What the fuck kind of kinky shit are you two into? Scratch that, I don’t want to know the answer to that.” Evan stands straight up, completely disgusted.

  I clasp my hand over my mouth in shock and keep watching, unable to look away.

  Murphy tosses the covers off his head and throws a pillow as hard as he can, hitting Evan in the face. “Get the fuck out. Ashford!”

  “Get the fuck off my sister!”

  “Evan! I’m a grown-ass woman. I’m horny for my boyfriend, so get out!”

  Evan laughs, staring down at them. “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about your growing ass—”

  “Don’t make me bring up Sir Mix-Ford.” Kate’s laugh is more of a cackle than an innocent joke.

  With a threatening finger pointed at his sister, Evan says, “You better shut your mouth, Katherine!”

  “What are you doing in here anyway, you pervert?” Murphy yells.

  “Looking for Kate’s keys. I need a car,” Evan replies as if his presence should be obvious. “You two have some nerve calling me the perv when,” he makes a hairball-stuck-in-the-throat gagging sound then says, “you’re getting off on ass hair!”

  “The keys are in the kitchen on the bar. Now get out before I come over there and kick your ass out of here,” Kate shouts. Her expression is serious. She means business.

  Evan rolls his eyes, stomping out of the room, and mumbling. “Figures, the keys aren’t even in here. Wonder if Zach has any bleach for my brain after this sick conversation.”

  “Yeah, save some bleach for us after having to see that dried come spot on your pants. Oh, and, Mallory, don’t think I don’t hear you giggling out in the hall,” Kate says, walking across the room in a tank top and underwear.

  I’d be a fool not to take the perfection of the situation and twist it around. “I can’t help that I giggle when I get into hairy situations.”

  “Ha! Ha!” She slams the door closed, and I hurry after Evan who is already in the kitchen jangling the keys in his hand.

  “I could’ve lived my whole life not knowing about my sister’s sick turn-ons.” Evan looks down at his crotch and groans in frustration. Turning quickly, he takes my hand in his and rushes us out the door.

  I feel like I’m running to keep from lagging behind him. “Where’s the fire?”

  He looks over at me, his smirk firmly in place. “I want to get you all sexed up and showered before work.” I stop, forcing him to halt, and look at him in shock. My mouth drops open as he asks, “What?”

  “I, uh … Evan!” I’m stunned by his brusqueness.

  “What, you have a problem with showers?”

  I roll my eyes, and burst out laughing. “No problem with showers.”

  He leans down and kisses me. Then he whispers, “Well, I’m hoping it’s not the sexing part—”

  “Abso-fucking-lutely not! No problem with that part at all.”

  He straightens back to his proud 6’1” height. “Good, let’s go and make that happen.”

  He drives like a crazy person hell-bent on a mission. The tires squeal to a stop in the parking lot and he races around to my side of the car. I delay my exit to let him ‘beat’ me to opening the door. I know he’s a gentleman like that and likes to open it for me. For such a bad boy, he has a romantic side that makes me swoon.

  As soon as we get inside the apartment, Evan rushes to the bathroom and starts the shower. When he walks back out, he’s naked and my heart races at the beauty of his physique. He’s tall with broad, muscular shoulders, lean, sculpted stomach, and strong legs—he’s perfect. He waves at me, causing me to look at his hands. My fist goes to my mouth as I watch his long fingers moving in the air.

  “Up here … my eyes are up here, baby,” he says, but it doesn’t register with my brain.

  I bite down on my knuckles and feel my body readying itself for him. Holy hands, those fingers. “Unf!”

  “Mallory? Oh, Mallory?” he calls.

  My eyes flash to his at the sound of my name. “Huh?” I do a lame attempt of trying to think.

  He leans against the doorframe amused. “Go ahead, baby, ogle away. I’m all yours anyway.” His member grows before my eyes, revealing his own naughty thoughts.

  I gulp before trying to speak, but only disjointed, gargled sounds come out. I clear my throat, and he chuckles.

  “The shower?” I finally get something comprehensible out.

  He nods and waggles his eyebrows. “Yeah, the shower.”

  I’ve already soaked my undies just looking at him, but now I move toward him in a lust filled haze of want and desire, needing him … in the shower. I brush against him as I strip my clothes off, tossing them behind me on my way to the water.

  When I bend over, I shake my ass for effect, and test the water. The effect is felt because I instantly feel him pressed to my back side before I even stand back up. His strength an
d hardness leaves me breathless. I move to the side, slipping out of his grasp, and step into the tub. Under the warm water, I close my eyes, and push my hair back, soaking it. When I open them, Evan is watching me, his lips parted, eyes darkened, and his hand stroking himself.

  “How bad do you want me, baby?” I ask, teasing, tempting his carnal desires to the surface.

  He licks his lips and takes two steps closer, joining me, making me back up under the water so the spray can cover him. His hands go flat against the wall, trapping me between them and leans in so close I think he’s going to kiss me, but he doesn’t. With his lips barely touching mine, he says, “More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”

  I might have melted a little. Okay, my knees weakened and I can’t breathe. His words, his breath on me, his body’s proximity, it’s all too much. I blink, but it feels like the slowest blink in history. Too much is never enough when it comes to him, so I encourage him further. “Take me then.”

  A faint gasp slips out as he kisses across my collarbone and nibbles up my neck, pressing his chest against mine. His weight feels raw and needy as if he has no choice, but to be there. Dropping his head onto my shoulder, he says, “We can’t do this. It’s torture to leave and you have to go to work soon.”

  “We’ll be fast,” I say, sounding like I’m begging, which I kind of am.

  He looks into my eyes, and says, “I don’t want to be fast with you.”

  Hot steam billows around us, and I agree. “I don’t either. I want so much more.” I may be referencing our future as much as the sex.

  Thirty minutes later, he’s dropping me off at Big Kehones. After opening the door, I get out of the car and lift up on my toes to kiss him. My emotions are heavy today and I feel so much for him that I want to remember the feel of his lips on mine for the rest of the day. I also have a jealous side that wants him to remember mine as well. I’m worried he’s going to meet someone better at his work.

  He is, after all, headed to work to socialize with pretty girls in teeny bikinis. “I love you, Evan.”